Tonks laughed out loud at the thought of Remus flying head on into one of the goal hoops, but Tonks had a way of laughing about something like that without it seeming to be at the storyteller's expense. She had embarrassing stories enough of her own, after all, and readily shared.
She followed his eyes to where their hands rested next to each other, one pale and slim, the other worn but handsome and long fingered. Though not a particularly intuitive young woman, Tonks knew Remus well enough by now to know that taking his hand again, right now, would be the wrong thing to do.
Keeping herself from asking impertinent questions, however, was beyond her control.
"I wished I could have morphed into a lion and played the mascot instead," she mused quietly, eyes darting to his face. "D'you... d'you get to play at all, when you're a wolf?"